I'm sitting being quiet,
just waiting for the time,
to grab this pair of scissors and jab it in my eye.
I might just take this knife & slash it across from wrists.
Again no one will care.
Again no one will see.
I'm bruised, cut, & broken
No one can see me.
Again no one will care.
Again no one will see.
BRUISED, CUT, & BROKEN
No one can see me.
Again no one will care.
Again no one will see..
YOU ARE READING
Welcome to My Mind: A Book of Poems.
PoëzieWelcome to my mind. These are poems kept from over the years and have continued to be written. I tend to keep things bottled inside so it's a type of therapy for myself. I'd like to share a bit of what goes on inside my mind with you.
